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Cap ‘n Quote: Pride and Prejudice (2005)
Elizabeth’s spirits soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her. “How could you begin?” said she. “I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place?”
i. I cannot string words together in beautiful, powerful imagery, lilacs sea glass smoke curls parked cars bone fragments. See, already the words halt, I’m left with shaky hands and lips bitten nearly clean through and knees that can barely support my weight on a good day. When I was 16 I didn’t think I was built for love, when I was 18 I was convinced my season would never come, now I am 20 and still unsure. You left me unconvinced.
Sure, it’s tidy for you: I, a fine mess of tears and nausea, down the lane in necessary retreat, gone with the rev of an engine with no trace left upon the carpets, just a pile of sheets to be thrown in the washer and immediately forgotten.
ii. You orbited me, not as if I was a new planet to be discovered, but a strange land to be quarantined, to be burned, to be left.
iii. Two nights before I left you heard my tears - I’m sorry, I am a siren, I am a crook. They were a weapon to lure you out of your sleepy-head (remember, I am knives and arrows and bruised knuckles), I had to make some noise because my silence only created a language barrier. My chest might have cracked otherwise. Lies - well, half-truths. Well, the truth, whole and entire, but you never saw the hole you left there yourself. You cracked my spine between your palms, left without a goodnight kiss, cold, cold, cold.
iv. I am sorry I never serenaded you. I am sorrier still I ever held anything back.
v. Thank God I never made you my home; now I am certain He made me a vagabond.
vi. ”It’s going well, isn’t it?”
Again, the silence swallows me in smoke and mirrors, you are left looking at an image, a reluctant nod, a hasty smile. Ones you cannot see, are you blind to me now? Let me alone; I am a masquerade, I am an actress on an empty stage screaming to a deaf audience. I make myself invisible without your help.
vii. I cannot remember our last kiss for the life of me, but I can still remember the way you taste.
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